IT'S POSSESSED!

Nah, not going to see what's under the tarpaulin. It sounds female and angry, and has a well-developed vocabulary. Many of the itch, it, uck, and unt words and related expressions. Plus, the tarp is quivering. Fiercely. Not an untypical welcome back to the hood after a day at work. I am hoping that tomorrow morning when the little kids arrive at the daycare place, that tarp is gone. They do not need to be exposed to such a wide spectrum of the human condition at that age.

Other than registering the phraseology from underneath the tarp, I paid it no attention. It's recumbent, there's no danger of direct eye contact, it won't follow me down the street screaming obscenities.


As time goes by, I appreciate the under six crowd more. There is innocence and likability there, and great promise. They could end up little geniuses, or just regular decent folks, valued members of the community, nice people, or, like miss Angry Tarpaulin, bitter dysfunctional nutballs. But the point is they can become so many things, and they haven't yet manifested many disturbing and disruptive behaviours.

Other than occasionally being far too noisy.

And, usually, they don't defecate on the sidewalk.
Elsewhere that isn't a major consideration.
This is the SF Bay Area in 2019.


Besides "Mademoiselle Daemonic Blue Tarp", what was most particularly evident was the lovely aroma of Korean Barbecue from a Polk Street restaurant, noseable two blocks away. Divine.


Welcome home.




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